Journey to Godhood Begins in Frieren

Yami's cheeks turned pink. She shifted her gaze from the book, turned her head, and glared at Shichen, flustered and annoyed.

"You're still staring!"

"I can't help it. No matter how long I look, it's not enough," Shichen said with a playful smile.

"You really don't stop with the smooth talk, do you?"

"Heh~ Let me dry your hair," he said, sitting at the edge of the bed. With one arm around her waist, he gently pulled her onto his lap.

Yami settled down quietly, murmuring, "I don't need it… I can dry it myself."

"Then why is your hair still wet?" he asked with a grin, lifting a lock of her damp golden hair.

Yami could have dried it with her powers in an instant. But she hadn't. She always let him do it when he offered—just like this time. After everything they'd just been through, she knew he'd come to see her. Leaving her hair wet was her silent invitation.

"…It just feels nicer this way," she said, lips pursed, refusing to admit the truth.

"Oh really?" Shichen chuckled, plugged in the dryer, and started working through her hair.

The warm breeze drifted through her golden strands, relaxing her instantly. She couldn't help but close her eyes slightly in comfort.

Since coming to this world, she'd gotten to experience a lot of pointless—but oddly soothing—little things.

Honestly, it wasn't a bad place. It made her not want to leave.

Not that she could anyway—her life had belonged to Shichen from the moment she arrived.

And now, so did her body.

Shichen kept drying her hair, fingers moving gently through the strands. He didn't say a word the whole time.

Yami sat quietly, pretending to read, though she hadn't turned the page in ages.

Ten minutes passed. Her hair was completely dry. Shichen set down the dryer and ran his fingers through her long, silky hair.

"All done?" she asked softly.

"Yep." He let go of her hair and wrapped his arms around her waist again.

His forearms almost overlapped—she was that petite.

"…It's hot."

"Didn't we turn the AC on?"

"Then why are you still hugging me?" she muttered.

"I dunno," he said with a chuckle. "What's so great about hugging anyway? I just like it."

He rested his chin on her shoulder and looked at her from the side.

"…Whatever. It's not like I can stop you," she mumbled, turning her face away.

"Oh? So do you want to stop me?" he asked teasingly.

She stayed quiet.

"No answer? So that's a no?"

"It is not!"

"Then do you?"

"W-Who said I don't?!"

"Heh. You're too cute, Yami." He rubbed his cheek against hers.

"Hey… that tickles…"

"You weren't saying that last night."

"Last night—! You…!"

She suddenly remembered being hugged from behind and turned red all over, throwing another glare his way.

Shichen didn't back down. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.

Yami blinked, stunned.

"What? Want more?"

"N-No! That was a sneak attack!"

"How? I did it right in front of you. That doesn't count as sneaky," he said with mock seriousness.

"Well, either way, I don't like… pervy stuff!"

"Really? Because last night you said you loved it."

"T-That wasn't me!"

"Oh? Then who? Your twin? A sister?"

"I don't have a sister!"

"You sure about that~?" he teased with a smirk.

Yami didn't get the joke. She just shook her head, a trace of sadness in her eyes. "I really don't."

"Then it's fine. You've got me," he said, gently turning her around to face him.

"You're so shameless…"

"I'm a guy. And you're ridiculously cute."

"Stop calling me that…"

"Why not?"

"Because no one's ever said that to me before… I'm not used to it."

"Then I'll just have to keep saying it until you are."

He pulled her close again, forehead resting against hers.

They were so close. She found herself lost in his eyes—calm, starlit, honest.

She didn't care much for looks or appearances, never even thought about romance before. But his eyes… they made her feel safe.

Even though he could do anything to her, he never took advantage. He treated her like a person. With kindness. With care.

Like family.

Like home.

Though really, she didn't have a choice. She couldn't leave anyway.

Her heart was pounding. Something inside her urged her to move.

So she did. She leaned in and kissed him.

Shichen blinked—then smiled, delighted. He leaned in, ready to deepen the kiss, maybe teach her how to breathe while doing it—

—but her hair suddenly flared to life, golden strands swirling wildly.

Her pajamas vanished, replaced by a seductive outfit—barely-there fabric covering just enough, along with a cloak and black thong. Finally, four pointed demon horns formed above her head.

"Hehe~" Yami pulled back with a mischievous, wicked smile.

"You're in that form again?" Shichen raised a brow.

"What, don't like it?" she teased, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Like it? I love everything about you."

"Everything, huh? No wonder you had so much fun licking last night." She smirked.

"Ahem… That's private. Totally normal, y'know, couple stuff," Shichen said, awkwardly scratching his cheek.

Those pink-and-white curves were enough to dry out his throat. And after last time, he already knew just how tempting they were.

"Normal, huh? Then… wanna keep going?" Yami grinned, pushed him slightly, and stood up—her belly lining up with his forehead.

He looked up to see her red glowing eyes and that smug, licking-her-lips kind of smile.

Yeah. She was definitely expecting something.

Guess my technique's not bad, he thought.

Then his gaze dropped—right to the black T-string fabric.

Soft. Tight. Contoured. Dangerous.

He gulped.

Lala and Est were probably off doing their own thing. They wouldn't interrupt.

Was tonight his lucky night?

That thought sent his hands to her thighs—he leaned forward.

"Wait—!"

Yami's voice came sharp and urgent. And then, in an instant, the outfit was gone. She was back in her pajamas.

She'd snapped out of it.

Face beet red, she jumped off his lap, barefoot, turning her back to him.

Even her ears were blushing.

"How… how did you do that?" Shichen asked.

"D-Do what?" she stammered, still facing away.

"You… controlled the transformation?"

"Transformation? You mean that thing earlier?" She turned, confused.

"Yeah. That's your 'unsealed' state. The people who created you—when you were a kid—they built a system into you. If it goes unchecked, you basically turn into a living bio-weapon. A walking bomb on a cosmic scale."

"A… universe bomb?"

The term alone was terrifying.

"Why would I even have that?"

"Those scientists weren't exactly sane," he said with a shrug. "Hard to be surprised."

"…How do you even know all this?" she asked, staring at him intensely.

"I told you—I know everything." He gave her a calm, open smile.

Yami bit her lip again, speechless.

"Come here," Shichen said, beckoning her.

"…Okay."

She shuffled over.

He pulled her into his arms.

"Don't overthink it. I've got you."

"…You really don't care that I'm a bio-weapon?" she asked, voice muffled in his chest.

"If I did, would I ever treat you like this?" he replied.

"…Mm."

She slowly wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

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